it isn’t over yet

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stop saying yes Not flying so high that my eyes remain dry
Not that Im running down your sanity
Its my fantasy
My fallacy
Silky smooth, Ive fallen for you
Not empty adoration, simply a realization
That I thought I knew

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On sapphire wings you flew
Swimming through the sky of my mind
Pushing through the web of their lies
In cracked silence
With silver tears she cries

http://payclimb.space svibler etter blomstring Not knowing the finite line
Not seeing the invisible sign
That tells me to move forward
And make no mistake
Its not just your mind Im looking toward
Its beyond your heart
And so much more

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busy

http://todayif.life/2018/08 shock feeling in index finger I really never thought I would be this busy…and things keep coming up.

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ekstrabladet nyheder og sport visit And I’m realizing more people are reading this now. Y’all feel free to leave comments. It keeps me amused. 🙂

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cooking creations: 1

landkrone bio plus 3 norge nett feilmelding I looked at my limited food supplies and decided to make a new recipe. Throwing things in a pot randomly is so much fun. I’m going to write it down for anyone to use, and also for my own reference.

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2 small red potatoes, peeled and chopped
1/2 onion diced
small can of corn
small can of peas
2 1/2 cups mixed beans (kidney, white, and black)
salt, pepper
chicken buillion cube
1/4 lb chicken (any kind you want)
rice

http://rainmilk.live/2018/08 tatoeage old school Cook beans & potatoes separately, set aside. Fry chicken in a deep pot with onions, salt, pepper, and olive oil. When chicken is nearly done, pour a little water, and the rest of the ingredients in to cook. Cook on medium/low for 1 hour. Eat as a soup or mix it over/with rice.

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don’t underestimate it

tolvon 30 mg click honesty, respect, love, understanding, laughter, joy, anger, peace, security…

kirken den er en gammel kusse They are reaffirmed every day for me. Today was simply wonderful. Human interaction is something to be treasured.

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impossible descriptions

poste principale thionville click how do you describe a weekend of amazing, intense, spiritual, crazy emotions? how do you bring to your readers the sense of utmost inclusion, generosity, and love?

http://oppositehalf.live/2018 elm street tina you justice gs patel visit can’t. not fully. so you sit at your computer and stare into space and realize that the last few days will probably take a long time to sink in.

But that’s ok. The longer, the better. That means the spirit of it will still be there when I need it.

(more later on the “Blazon His Name” weekend later. I desperately need sleep.

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the escape

A poem escaped me today
it just up and ran away
developed feet and found my ears
used the holes to disappear
it wasn’t very good, I’m told
and although the loss is growing old
I still think, and mourn the day
that my little poem ran away
I don’t think it hated me
it just had a whole world to see.

PS: only the entries for the current month show on my blog, so if you are looking for a particular entry, try the archives! (hmm, that makes me think of an herb…ar-chives…like a dusty library filled with an oniony smell…)

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poetic trap

What many people consider art, I want to rip apart and burn, simply because it has no pleasing value. But to them, it may be pure joy. So destruction seems a bit overkill. Instead I ignore it, choose what I WANT to look at, or hear, or touch. Beauty can be found in pain, happiness, anger, sadness…but just because someone creates it, doesn’t mean it’s art.

Pulled
used interface
grasping hold onto colorful beams
rusted through in a million places
and falling into a cracked dream
tight slow theory processed around
the sticky web of my stable ground
click point explode
trapped in a non-existent place
addicted to the meaningless
dots on a screen
I’d leave this place
snap my fingers
but trapped
I’ll stay until I fade
find me someday
a digital saddened face
shaken stirred out of place
twisted fused torn and used
made of hidden obstacles
and somehow prepared brand new

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Baha’i Quotation I’m trying to memorize…

The following quotation is from the Baha’i Writings…it is one of my favorites…

“Even as the clouds let us shed down tears, and as the lightning flashes let us laugh at our coursings through east and west. By day, by night, let us think but of spreading the sweet savours of God. Let us not keep on forever with our fancies and illusions, with our analysing and interpreting and circulating of complex dubieties. Let us put aside all thoughts of self; let us close our eyes to all on earth, let us neither make known our sufferings nor complain of our wrongs. Rather let us become oblivious of our own selves, and drinking down the wine of heavenly grace, let us cry out our joy, and lose ourselves in the beauty of the All-Glorious.”

Selections from the Writings of `Abdu’l-Baha

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Melted cheese incident

This is interesting…pointed out by my friend Dan. A bit disturbing…1984, anyone? Bwahaha.

The Taste of Chicago is not what it is cracked up to be, but I DID have a good time, mostly because of the company I was in. Note to self…hearing Erykah Badu sing but not being able to see her is a bit disappointing…but the company I was in made up for it all.

My cell phone died in a melted cheese incident (burrito + cell phone + purse = death). So if you try to call me…you’ll probably fail. Call my house. I’m usually here anyways. And I lost all of my phone numbers.

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